After his betrayal, he has the nerve to point fingers at me for his infidelity! This is crazy! The shock of finding out about his affair was hard enough to handle, but what’s even more infuriating is the way he’s managed to twist the whole thing back on me. I never expected that his guilt would turn into my fault, but that’s exactly what’s happening.

From the moment he admitted to the affair, I was waiting for an apology—something that showed he recognized the hurt he caused. Instead, he launched into a list of my so-called failures, as if my imperfections had somehow driven him into another woman’s arms. He said I was too busy, too distracted, and too caught up in the day-to-day responsibilities that we both used to share. He even suggested that if I had been more supportive, more spontaneous, he wouldn’t have felt the need to look for something “more exciting” elsewhere.

I can’t believe he’s actually blaming me for his betrayal. It feels like I’m in some twisted version of reality where nothing makes sense anymore. He has taken his guilt and placed it squarely on my shoulders, like I’m the one who ruined everything. It’s maddening because I know deep down that he’s only trying to deflect from his own mistakes, but his words still cut deep. They leave me questioning myself, wondering if I really did something wrong to make him stray.

He’s turned my pain into an accusation, making it seem like I failed him. I feel betrayed all over again—not just by his affair but by his ability to twist the knife even further. It’s like he can’t bear to be the bad guy in his own story, so he’s recasting me as the villain instead.

It’s exhausting to have to defend myself when I’m the one who was wronged. How did I become the one on trial here? I’m struggling to understand how someone I loved could be so manipulative and cruel. His betrayal was bad enough, but this blame game is breaking me down in ways I never imagined. I refuse to take responsibility for his choices, yet he keeps pushing, twisting, and rewriting our history to ease his own guilt. It’s insanity, and I feel like I’m losing a piece of myself every time he points the finger at me for his own infidelity.